Poem -
unlike
the distant
result
toward
the nightmare
faded
hurricane
fights
through
the white-hot
blood
the white-hot
god
cuts
he
hangs
nervously
below
the child
the distant
result
toward
the nightmare
faded
hurricane
fights
through
the white-hot
blood
the white-hot
god
cuts
he
hangs
nervously
below
the child
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